2026-01-16
•2 min read
It stands as tall as a house, made from the bones of a thousand starving peasants. You won't see it coming, but you will hear it—a ringing in your ears right before it bites your head off.
She visits you at night, warm and loving. But in the light of the peony lantern, the truth is revealed: you are not holding a woman. You are in love with a skeleton.